Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 12

TW: violence. i really should've put that on every chapter

You and Spencer sit on the couch while the tv plays at a semi low volume. You've gotten him to talk. We'll talk about something that isn't like super weird and nerdy. Honestly, the weird and nerdy shit wasn't entirely horrible. His voice was a distraction from your intrusive thoughts about your past and your family. He has an interesting voice. Like you really don't care about what he's saying, but you just want to listen.

Anyway, he was talking more about his work. Like what they did at the BAU, although he did spare many details because your story is as a victim, and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

You shift your position so that your leg is crossed under you, and you're facing him from the side. You rest your left arm on the top of the couch.

"You have really pretty eyes," you say without even thinking about it.

"Oh. I- Thank you." His sentence had been interrupted by your out of the blue compliment.

"You're welcome," you shoot him a smile. Why did you say that? You were half ass listening to him talk and then you saw the brown green mixture of his eyes and just said it.

He looks over to you, face pink, with a small smile. "Are you okay?"

"Hmm?"

"Like I know this question is stupid. But with everything that's happened, are you okay?"

"I'm getting there. I mean it was crazy and scary, but I feel safe here."

"I'm glad you do."

"You've been extremely helpful in that."

He smiles again, this time showing his pearly teeth. You can't help but smile back.... you're getting pretty good at this flirting thing.

You're thinking you should move faster with this. You probably won't be in Virginia long, and you need him to trust and love you.

"It's getting late, are you tired?"

"I haven't been able to sleep much lately."

"Do you want the bed? I'm serious, it's a lot more comfortable than the couch. Maybe it'll help."

"No, Spencer. It's okay. This is your place."

"Yes, but you're a guest, and I'm trying to help."

"You've been really helpful. Thank you."

You really want that bed to be honest.

"Just try it? One night, and if it doesn't help any..."

"Okay," you breathe.

Once you get ready for bed, Spencer comes in to make sure you get situated. He closes his eyes snd knocks on the open door.

"I'm clothed, Spencer," you chuckle.

He opens his eyes with a flushed face. You're dressed in pjs that you'd grabbed quickly when you were leaving home. Spencer had been kind enough to wash your clothes, since you were running out. You sit on his bed dressed in grey sweatpants and a black graphic t shirt.

"You need anything?"

"No. I'm good."

"Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight, Spencer."

He turns off the lights before shutting the door, he leaves it cracked just a bit. You hear his footsteps make their way to the living room once more. You pull the covers over your legs and lay down. His bed sure is comfortable.

You fall asleep after about an hour of staring at the ceiling in the dark. At first, you don't have any dreams, but soon enough weird images and words play in your unconscious mind.

You see one of the kill requests Nico and Pops had made you do. He's standing alone in and empty lot. You make your way to him, knife in hand. You're ready to plunge it in, get the job done, until the body changes. It's no longer the target man. You're standing in front of your father, your knife is in his throat. He's bleeding everywhere, the blood is on your hands. Literally and figuratively.

You turn around, dizziness and confusion consuming you. You face your mother. Your beautiful mother sees what you have done. Your father lays lifeless on the gravel ground. You did that. Your mother's scream rings out so loud, you're sure the noise will be imprinted in your mind forever. She's yelling words now. You can't quite make out what she's saying. What is she saying? Murderer.

Gasping for air, you shoot up into a seated position. You throw the covers to the side of you. Sweat drops from your hairline. It was just a dream.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" You must've yelled because Spencer Reid turns on the light and looks at you with concern from the doorway.

"Y-yeah," you say, breathing heavy.

He sits down beside you. "It was just a dream." Spencer puts his hand on your knee.

You nod your head, pushing the sweaty hairs out of your face.

"I'll get you some water," Spencer says, standing up from his bed.

You just nod your head again in response.

He comes back moments later, a glass of water in hand. He hands it to you, and you take a drink.

"I know that's not what you want right now, but you really should try and get some sleep."

"I know..." you hang your head low.

He makes takes a step away. "Call me if you need any..."

"Can you stay in here?" You bluet out. "With me?"

"If that's what you want, then yes."

"I just don't want to be alone."

"Of course I'll stay with you."

He sits on the other side of the bed after turning the lights off again. Spencer leans back against the headboard. You allow yourself to scoot towards him a a bit, resting your head where it touches his arm while you face him. You're not sure if you'll be able to fall asleep again.

As much as you hated it, he was comforting. Yes, you needed to make him like you, but you didn't want to enjoy it. Which you don't. This is for business purposes only...

You fall back asleep after a few thoughts race through your mind.

1001 words. hola i'm back with another chapter in here. so since no one is reading this i mind speed it up a bit. i have good ideas for the end and stuff, so i don't want to quit. but this will probably be like 17-20 chapters.